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On the Nature of Love

by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

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Drawing the boundary…

Men call you fayre

by Edmund Spenser

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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On the Nature of Love

by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

You ask my love. What shall my love then be? 
A hope, an aspiration, a desire? 
The soul’s eternal charter writ in fire 
Upon the earth, the heavens, and the sea? 
You ask my love. The carnal mystery 
Of a soft hand, of finger-tips that press, 
Of eyes that kindle and of lips that kiss, 
Of sweet things known to thee and only thee? 
You ask my love. What love can be more sweet 
Than hope or pleasure? Yet we love in vain. 
The soul is more than joy, the life than meat. 
The sweetest love of all were love in pain, 
And that I will not give. So let it be. 
—Nay, give me any love, so it be love of thee.

Men call you fayre

by Edmund Spenser

Men call you fayre, and you doe credit it,
  For that your seife ye dayly such doe see:
      but the trew fayre, that is the gentle wit,
   and vertuous mind, is much more praysd of me.
For all the rest, how euer fayre it be,
   shall turne to nought and loose that glorious hew:
   but onely that is permanent and free
   from frayle corruption, that doth flesh ensew
That is true beautie: that doth argue you
   to be diuine and borne of heauenly seed:
   deriu’d from that fayre Spirit, from whom al true
   and perfect beauty did at first proceed.
He onely fayre, and what he fayre hath made,
   all other fayre lyke flowers vntymely fade.

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